The Works of William Shakespeare: Comprising His Dramatic and Poetical Works, Complete, Volume 2Phillips, Sampson, 1853 |
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... prayers made him so prosperous . Glo . The church ! where is it ? Had not church men pray'd , His thread of life had not so soon decay'd : None do you like but an effeminate prince , Whom , like a school - boy , you may over - awe . Win ...
... prayers made him so prosperous . Glo . The church ! where is it ? Had not church men pray'd , His thread of life had not so soon decay'd : None do you like but an effeminate prince , Whom , like a school - boy , you may over - awe . Win ...
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... pray , But one imperious in another's throne ? Glo . Am I not the protector , saucy priest ? Win . And am I not a prelate of the church ? Glo . Yes , as an outlaw in a castle keeps , And useth it to patronage his theft . Win ...
... pray , But one imperious in another's throne ? Glo . Am I not the protector , saucy priest ? Win . And am I not a prelate of the church ? Glo . Yes , as an outlaw in a castle keeps , And useth it to patronage his theft . Win ...
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... pray you , go peace ? Enter Servants of Suffolk , bringing in Horner , and Peter . in God's name , and leave us . [ Exit Hume . ] the earth : - * John Southwell , read you ; and let Mother Jourdain , be you prostrate , and grovel on ...
... pray you , go peace ? Enter Servants of Suffolk , bringing in Horner , and Peter . in God's name , and leave us . [ Exit Hume . ] the earth : - * John Southwell , read you ; and let Mother Jourdain , be you prostrate , and grovel on ...
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... pray for me , I pray you ; for , I think , I have taken my last * draught in this world . * - Here , Robin , an if I die , I give thee my apron ; and , Will , thou shalt have Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground ! -my hammer ...
... pray for me , I pray you ; for , I think , I have taken my last * draught in this world . * - Here , Robin , an if I die , I give thee my apron ; and , Will , thou shalt have Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground ! -my hammer ...
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... pray thee , sort thy heart to patience ; ' These few days ' wonder will be quickly worn . Enter a Herald . * Barren winter , with his wrathful nipping cold ; So cares and joys abound , as seasons fleet.2 Sirs , what's o'clock ? 4 Serv ...
... pray thee , sort thy heart to patience ; ' These few days ' wonder will be quickly worn . Enter a Herald . * Barren winter , with his wrathful nipping cold ; So cares and joys abound , as seasons fleet.2 Sirs , what's o'clock ? 4 Serv ...
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Page 65 - God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 134 - ... wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues : be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell ! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; And...
Page 425 - Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Page 417 - That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners, that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star...
Page 238 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Page 234 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Page 228 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake, — 'tis true, this God did shake. His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre ; I did hear him groan ; Aye, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! (it cried), Give me some drink, Titinius, As a sick girl.
Page 399 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Page 134 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 428 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.